The room next door, a world unknown,
Whispers through the walls, mysteries to be shown.
What secrets lie behind that closed door?
What wonders await, what tales in store?

I hear the faint rustle of papers being flipped,
The soft hum of a melody being whispered.
Is it a lover's secret rendezvous?
Or a scholar engrossed in scholarly pursuit?

Sometimes I hear laughter, joyful and free,
Other times, a sob, a cry of misery.
Is it a celebration, a party in full swing?
Or a heartache, a loss, a...